"Really took that to heart, didn't'cha?" Axel laughs softly. "Look, kid, I threw the fight so you could go take care of Marluxia, that's all."
He stops short when Sora continues, though, and slowly stops the fidgety swirling of his spoon in the soup. What the hell is Sora on about? He hadn't even been all that close with Roxas when he'd had to go to CO, so how could Sora possibly know that they had been best friends? When Sora straight up admits that Riku told him what happened, Axel can't decide if that clarifies anything or just makes it muddier.
Sora's sort of talking a mile a minute now, and Axel sets his spoon down, holding up one hand as if to slow him a bit.
"Now-- Wai-- Hang on a--"
He wants to say that he knows he isn't Roxas, and he would never have even assumed as much. Okay, sure, maybe he could drag Sora into a Corridor kicking and screaming and the kid would lose his heart and Roxas would reappear. Maybe. But he knows if he ever did anything like that the first thing Roxas would do is kick his ass into the next life, right? (Is it worth the risk? Maybe?) He wants to say that Sora's right about one thing: he doesn't want to be his enemy, or Riku's, and not just because he's pretty sure they can both wipe the floor with him if they set their minds to it (those stupid overpowered key swords of theirs. So unfair). When Sora says that he remembers the things that happened during the year Roxas was a part of the Organization, though, Axel is struck completely dumb.
The spoon and the glittery soup completely forgotten now, Axel lowers his hand and narrows his eyes a little, searching Sora's face for any sign that he's just screwing with him. That doesn't seem like the sort of thing Sora would do, really, but... the kid can't possibly be serious. Turning his head slightly to squint at him, Axel folds his hands together and leans forward.
"Excuse me, what?" he asks, his voice low and his tone sort of flat. "Are you telling me that Roxas told you a whole year's worth of memories... in a dream." It's hardly even a question, and as soon as the words leave Axel's mouth, he's laughing softly, almost giggling at the absurdity of the very idea. "That's a good one, champ," he says, shaking his head and picking up his spoon again. "You almost had me going, there. Did Riku put you up to this, to mess with me?"
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He stops short when Sora continues, though, and slowly stops the fidgety swirling of his spoon in the soup. What the hell is Sora on about? He hadn't even been all that close with Roxas when he'd had to go to CO, so how could Sora possibly know that they had been best friends? When Sora straight up admits that Riku told him what happened, Axel can't decide if that clarifies anything or just makes it muddier.
"Naminé?" he echoes, and lowers his eyes a bit. He doesn't really know what even happened to her, and had he the heart to do so he would probably feel bad about that. He had let her escape from the castle, sure, but where had she gone? He guesses anywhere is better than in Marluxia and Larxene's clutches. Or Xemnas'.
Sora's sort of talking a mile a minute now, and Axel sets his spoon down, holding up one hand as if to slow him a bit.
"Now-- Wai-- Hang on a--"
He wants to say that he knows he isn't Roxas, and he would never have even assumed as much. Okay, sure, maybe he could drag Sora into a Corridor kicking and screaming and the kid would lose his heart and Roxas would reappear. Maybe. But he knows if he ever did anything like that the first thing Roxas would do is kick his ass into the next life, right? (Is it worth the risk? Maybe?) He wants to say that Sora's right about one thing: he doesn't want to be his enemy, or Riku's, and not just because he's pretty sure they can both wipe the floor with him if they set their minds to it (those stupid overpowered key swords of theirs. So unfair). When Sora says that he remembers the things that happened during the year Roxas was a part of the Organization, though, Axel is struck completely dumb.
The spoon and the glittery soup completely forgotten now, Axel lowers his hand and narrows his eyes a little, searching Sora's face for any sign that he's just screwing with him. That doesn't seem like the sort of thing Sora would do, really, but... the kid can't possibly be serious. Turning his head slightly to squint at him, Axel folds his hands together and leans forward.
"Excuse me, what?" he asks, his voice low and his tone sort of flat. "Are you telling me that Roxas told you a whole year's worth of memories... in a dream." It's hardly even a question, and as soon as the words leave Axel's mouth, he's laughing softly, almost giggling at the absurdity of the very idea. "That's a good one, champ," he says, shaking his head and picking up his spoon again. "You almost had me going, there. Did Riku put you up to this, to mess with me?"